#trope: pwp

[rec-collection]

Best Buds - grammyawardwinnermeatloaf modern setting, pwp

The thing is Gerard usually likes boundaries when they work or smoke or fuck- playing them off each other in the scattered file cabinet of his brain. They light up to get inspired, they fuck to relax after too-long studio sessions, and they work because there's nothing in this world quite like seeing that flash of inspiration in each other's eyes and teasing it out and finding something meaningful together. So, in disrupting the typical agenda, either he wants this so bad he can't help it or he came into the woods with Ray with the full knowledge of where this was heading. Both options light Ray's blood on fire, a slow steady pulse kick thudding through his body at how much Gerard wants him. - aka the california weed dads fic

Pairing: gerard/ray | Rating: e | Words: 10k | Status: Complete | No Warnings

[just-french-me-up]

Listen, I only have two distinct fanfiction moods:

slow burn that rips me apart and pulls me back together at the slightest fleeting glance, hard earned first touches and rewarding first kisses that leave me trembling and flustered

if those mofos arent fucking within the first hundred words i'm leaving

[insightfulinsomniac]

OUT NOW: “Black Leather, Blue Lace” for the @titleandtropeficfest

8.5k; explicit

Summary: Two weeks ago, Louis met his soulmate on the way to his sister's birthday brunch. Now, it's finally time to introduce his - self proclaimed - "city girl" partner to his best friends and fellow farmhands. What better way to spend a summer evening with the people he loves than by hosting a bonfire, complete with s'mores and hayrides?

It's even better when your soulmate is an exhibitonist who agrees to fuck on the hayride under a blanket in front of all of your oldest friends.

******

aka: a pwp in which new soulmates farmer!Louis and city girl!Harry are filthy exhibitionists.

My submission for the Title and Trope Fic Fest! Huge thanks to the mods for letting me submit this fic quite late due to a mistake on my end!

I hope you all enjoy!

[sunshinerotting]

need to write a fuck or die where someone chooses die and the other person has to examine what they’re willing to do to stay alive but unfortunately in the most tragic turn of events i think it has to be lawlight. i think i have to write lawlight.

[userdogmeat]

Keeping Warm

@falloutober - 15

Keeping Warm

It had rained for nearly four days straight before it had finally snowed and while Lone had been accustomed to the rain - a common occurrence in a coastal region - she had not been ready for snow. How could she have been? From what she’d read about the Capital Wasteland, snow had been fairly uncommon even before the bombs dropped. And what Lone could tell you, holed up in a shabby cabin with nothing but her moth-eaten blanket and her dimwit, jaw-grinding former neighbor and current companion, that she hated the snow. Almost as much as she hated Butch right now.

“This sucks.”

“Yep.”

“I mean, this really sucks.”

“I know, Butch.”

It had to be obvious, just how irritated she had been with him but he hadn’t seemed to notice nor care. Instead, Butch had just complained and complained and complained. It was cold. It was wet. His fingers were frozen. His hair was ruined. Blah. Blah. Blah. And when he’d run out of complaints, all he did was start over again, whining and moaning about just how much he hated the cold. 

Lone hated the cold, too. But you didn’t hear her complaining about it, not that Butch would’ve given her the time to do so. His annoying voice filled the empty space with wasted breath that hadn’t been hot enough to heat it.

“Why’s it gotta be so cold?”

“It’s February, Butch. It’s going to be cold in February.”

“Not this cold!” 

Irritation made Lone’s eye twitch as she stared at him blankly, “I don’t know what to tell you, Butch. It’s cold, maybe you should listen to me next time and bring your gloves.”

“But my gloves make my palms sweaty.”

Lone stared at the gray blanket sitting in her lap, worn and stained from its use in the Capital Wasteland and thought of twisting it. If wrung tightly enough, she had thought, it would’ve made a decent noose that she could’ve used to kill Butch with or maybe herself, were she so desperate enough.

“Again, Butch, I really don’t know what to tell you.”

“Ugh.”

Ugh was right. And unfortunately, Butch was right about pretty everything. This sucked. And yeah, sure - Butch being a petulant brat hadn’t been making the situation any better, but it really was the cold that had sucked the most.

“I feel like I’m ‘boutta freeze to death in here, y’know? ’m gonna get that frostbite or whatever, and my toes are gonna fall off.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Butch.”

“A baby!” He gasped, “I don’t know who you callin’ a baby when you’ve been totin’ around that rag of yours since we were in diapers.”

“It is not a rag.”

It was hard to not be defensive of her blanket. Lone loved her blanket. It kept her safe, secure and sure, it hadn’t done the best job of keeping the heat in since she was ten, but it was her blanket. 

“It is too a rag, that thing’s thinner than paper and there’s more holes in that thing than I can count.”

“Well, Butch - last I recalled, counting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it?”

“Touchy.”

Lone couldn’t help but smirk at the purse of Butch’s lips, his huff audible as he pulled the sides of his jacket closer to himself in another attempt to keep himself warm. Stupid bastard, Lone had thought as she stared at her woefully unprepared companion. How had he not listened to her? Butch had left his hat and gloves in Megaton, refused to pack an additional sweater despite Lone telling him to, and had accidentally left his own blanket and sleeping bag in the last place they’d stayed at miles ago. It was no wonder the man was freezing.

“Here,” she huffed as she pulled the blanket from her lap, offering it to him, “I think you need this more than me.”

“I don’t want your stupid - ,”

“Take it, Butch, before I change my mind.”

The way Butch had reached for her blanket so hesitantly had almost been enough for her to change her mind but Lone had allowed it. He was proud - the proudest person she’d ever met, but he was freezing, too and despite how much she liked the idea of him being dead as a doornail and out of her hair, Lone couldn’t bear the idea of losing him either. Especially not like this.

“Thank you.” He had mumbled as he curled into the blanket that he’d tossed over his shoulders.

“Just don’t lose it, alright?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

It had seemed to do enough for Butch to shut up for a while, sniffing occasionally from the runny nose he’d developed. But Lone could see the way that he was shaking, the way the tip of his nose had turned a dark red from the frostnip, the way his teeth chattered as the muscles in his jaw tried to keep warm. He looked miserable - more miserable than she currently was and Lone couldn’t help but sigh.

“Come here.”

“What?”

Lone felt herself warm slightly at her sudden proposition to him, “I said, come here. You’re going to freeze to death if we don’t start sharing some body heat.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Butch had scooted towards her until his shoulders were flush with hers, his arm raising so that he could wrap the blanket around her but pausing as Lone held her hand up to stop him.

“Wait, you - we - uh, we’ve got to um…,” Lone had swallowed, her eyes trailing down his body before drawing back up to look at him and his stupid and unfortunately, devastatingly handsome, but confused face, “strip first.”

If there had ever been a moment that Lone had been grateful for the cold - it was right now because had there been no cold and no frost-nipped rosie skin, Butch would’ve been able to see the blush that had crept past her cheeks and up to her ears.

“We’ve got to what?”

“Strip,” she repeated, “we’ve got to share our body heat, not just some flimsy blanket.”

Butch’s mouth opened and shut a few times, the gears in his head turning in that weird, clunky way they always had when Lone had to offer a compromising solution for a problem that required sharing and touching. It was the same dumb face he’d made when they’d been forced to share that twin bed just a few weeks ago. 

“Oh - uh, alright. But do we have to - um, like…”

“...Take our underwear off?”

Butch nodded meekly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow.

“I don’t know, I think so?” Lone mumbled, “I’ve never had to do this before but from what I’ve read and heard, this is the only way I can help prevent you from freezing to death.”

Butch didn’t object to Lone's explanation, there was no way that he could’ve not with his ass on the line but he still hesitated, instead choosing to wait for Lone to strip first.

Lone had started with her boots, unlacing them quickly - all thanks to the gloves that she had remembered to bring - as Butch struggled alongside her, his fingers stiff from the cold.

“Here,” she offered, reaching down and replacing his hand with her own, “let me help you.”

He watched quietly as Lone helped him remove his boots, her hand slipping underneath the heel and around his ankle before tugging gently and placing them next to him.

“Stand up.”

Butch took Lone’s offered hand, allowing her to pull him up until they were standing only a few inches from one another. Wordlessly, the two began to strip, peeling off their jackets and unzipping their vault suits until their under layers were exposed. And slowly, but surely - with their eyes glued to one another, Lone and Butch stepped out of their vault suits, pools of gore-tex lined blue leather dropping next to the rest of their abandoned clothes until they were in nothing but their underclothes.

Lone could see the way the cold was getting to Butch as he pulled his undershirt up and over his head, the muscles in his stomach flushed and taught as they contracted from the sudden exposure to the chilled air. 

A huff of fogged breath blew from Butch’s mouth as he chuckled, “Fuck, I’m so much colder now.”

“Me, too.” 

He smiled at her, the same dopey smile he’d been doing as of late whenever they were  normal - or whatever this was - with one another and Lone couldn’t help but smile back. It was awkward and strange but somehow, the concept of being stark naked with her former bully turned companion (if that’s what you could call it) was also, somehow just another one of those days at this point. They’d already been through so much together, how bad could pressing her naked body against his naked body really be?

“Well…” she had started, “I guess we better…”

“...Yeah… I guess so.”

And with another awkward but swift movement, Lone and Butch removed their last article of clothing - their underwear - and made themselves completely bare to one another. 

Butch quickly concealed himself with a cup of his hands as Lone quickly began to move, not that she had cared to look anyways - it had just been too cold. And besides, Lone was just as naked as he was, she knew that any pointed fingers at his shrinkage would be returned with a nasty comment about her own nudeness. Instead, Lone focused on the makeshift bedding that she had to quickly create before the encroaching freeze on her fingers made them too stiff to move.

“We’ll share my sleeping bag,” she said, as she moved to sit on her knees - her fingers fumbling as she tried to unclip the single-person sleeping from her pack, “it’ll be a tight squeeze but with this and the blanket, it should be enough to keep us warm.”

Lone could see the way that Butch’s shaking was becoming more severe, he’d been freezing for far longer than she had and now that he was nude, he was only getting worse. So she moved as fast as she could, throwing down the sleeping roll and unzipping it quickly.

“Lay down.”

Butch moved as quickly as he could, settling on the now open sleeping bag with a low groan and she quickly followed suit. Lone hadn’t been wrong about the tight squeeze as she pulled the blanket-part over her and began to zip with each tug, she felt herself pressed closer and closer to Butch’s chill body until it was finally pulled all of the way up to their chins and they were pressed firmly together.

“Come here,” she whispered, as she rolled over to face him, “press your chest against mine.”

Butch shivered against her as the flat of her palm rubbed small, soothing circles against his back and he wiggled one of his arms around her neck and the other wrapped tightly around her back. The two of them tucked their legs into one another, each other’s knee resting over the other until they were fully intertwined, the heat of their groins providing a small warmth against one another’s skin. And they laid like this for as long as they could, holding one another as they tried to keep warm. And it honestly wasn't so bad, Lone had thought, his body pressed against hers. It was strange but intimate, and almost comforting the way their bodies fit so perfectly against one another.

“Are you starting to feel any better?” 

Butch nodded quietly. He was starting to warm up, Lone could feel it. Thank goodness.

“Do you want me to roll over,” she asked, “or maybe you and I spoon you?”

Butch shook his head, his nose burying into the top of her head and deep into her hair. “I’m fine like this,” he mumbled.

Lone smiled into his chest as she felt it begin to rise slower and more steadier, a sign that his muscles were finally starting to relax, allowing him to finally fall into much-needed sleep. And Lone took this as a sign for herself, as she pressed herself tighter against him with shut eyes, inhaling his cologne for a final time before drifting off herself into a warm sleep.

[rattengott]

to read, write, etc. Whichever way you want to vote I’m just curious what the most preferred one is. I know I skipped a ton but there’s def too many to list here

[ndostairlyrium]

✨ Tropes Tier ✨

I was tagged by: @greypetrel @n7viper @demandthedoodles & @shivunin

(Link to the Tiermaker here)

Guys, the most stunning stars in the sky, you have no idea how much I needed this hahah 💛

also huge shoutout to @greypetrel who came to my rescue today while I was stressing over the challenge. She's one of the most interesting human being walking on this planet and the care she shows towards others is unmatchable. I'm just super grateful she's in my life ;; thank you so much dear!

*

I'm tagging (no pressure but also warn me if I'm being annoying, I'd be more comfortable if I'm being told to stop rather than not knowing I'm making you uncomfortable): @underneathestars @sparatus @gvnseylike @idolsgf @layalu @palipunk @star--nymph @daggerbean @jellydishes and everyone whose name starts with O

[rec-collection]

L For Lucky (M for Mine) - orphan_account modern setting, hurt/comfort, kinks, pwp

“Yeah, look.” Mikey turns his head to peer at the crowd over his shoulder. “This is going to seem weird, but.” He stares behind him and seems, for a moment, at a loss for words. “Well, there’s no tasteful way to say it.” Mikey looks Ray in the eye and just shrugs. “This is a highly organized sexual gathering for very specifically kinky people.” Ray feels a bit of spittle lodge in his throat and tries his best not to sputter when he disagrees, “That’s actually a pretty tasteful description of an orgy.”

Pairing: mikey/ray | Rating: e | Words: 42k | Status: Complete | No Warnings

[thesoulesscollection]

Unrequited love and PWP for the trope rating?

Warning mild NSFW-ish for the second one. 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

For my favorite pairing, I enjoy them being unaware of the mutual pining so at first, they think it's unrequited until they realize it isn't. It's like an ‘Oh’ moment that I live for. 

But at the same time I love it equally or more when it remains unrequited to the point it becomes emotionally agonizing and you can see the pain in the one who is dealing with the problem. 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Smut is okay. Although being AroAce I do kinda get winded out reading if it doesn't capture my attention 🤷‍♂️. Especially if it's not greatly written or it doesn't make too much sense and it just drags on.

[the-francakes]

DIAMOND GIRLS on Ao3 (Complete, E, Hermione/Pansy)

“Miss Hermione, will you marry me?”

Hermione looked up in shock from the glitter mess she was cleaning out of the carpet to see the world’s biggest, gaudiest, disgustingly expensive diamond engagement ring.  

“Excuse me?” she asked, thunderstruck by the ring and the four year old that was holding it, looking 100% serious in his question.  

Hermione swallowed hard.  She would never say that she disliked any of her students, but Cannon Nott-Parkinson was the biggest menace she had ever had in her three years teaching Reception at The Dumbledore Primary School for Witches and Wizards.  

[jlf23tumble]

Sir I’m here to ask for favourite pwps of all time. Daddy kink, girl direction, kinky weird shit is welcome and anticipated!

Sir, I'm here to help! Okay, so two confessions: one, I prefer the PWP ~genre almost without question over anything else, so this other list has all of my faves (I tried to make this one have some other options, but yeah, check that one out for sure), and two, I read this ask as "give me your daddy kink girl direction," and I was like, okay, I have six if that'll work? Anyway, check out this list, and if you see an author listed, check out everything else they wrote, too (ballsdeepinjesus, mercutionnotromeo, sarcasticfluentry, littlemousling, they wrote TONS of fic, almost all of it PWP, definitely all of it hotter than fuck):

Seventh Time's the Charm, LittleMousling, 1.6k

Needy, orphan_account, 3.3k

honey is it time to spin, alongthewatchtower, 3.5k

like poison coursing through me, orphan_account, 4k

weird honey, orphan_account, 4k

Sonic Sounds, orphan_account, 5.7k

that shadow holding me hostage, mercutionotromeo, 6.7k

like how your hands feel me up and down, ballsdeepinjesus, 7.5k

let me put on a show for you daddy, sky_reid, 8.5k

shit, i still love you, wankerville, 10k

a cage for every ugly spirit, sarcasticfluentry, 15k

Push You Over the Edge, orphan_account, 16k

Pastel series, fournipplesau, 44k

[shatteredhourglass]

Sugarcoated - shatteredhourglass

When they’d burst into the room and told him that Izzy had eaten a fuckfruit, he’d expected… well, he’s not sure what he expected, but Izzy seems rather normal, apart from the demands that Stede have sex with him. Even those are still delivered with the same disdain he uses normally. From the explanation that Frenchie had given, he’d imagined something more dramatic.

~

Read it here!

[artificialqueens]

This Can’t Be Love, 2/2 (Bitney) - Veronica

May Trope Mayhem, Day 14: Plot? What Plot? for @duckprintspress

Summary: The day after their club/diner adventure, Courtney invites Bianca over for “brunch.” 

A/N: Time for Porn Without Plot! AKA Back to my roots.

Tags: may trope mayhem, rpdr fanfiction, bianca del rio, courtney act, bitney, lesbian au, smut, pwp, fluff, this cant be love, veronica

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COURTNEY: Good morning. <3

BIANCA: Hey. How are you feeling today? 

COURTNEY: Much better. Thanks again for everything. 

BIANCA: You’re more than welcome ;)

COURTNEY: How do you feel about brunch? 

BIANCA: Drinking in the morning? In. 

COURTNEY: How do you feel about brunch today? Say, 11:30? My place? 

BIANCA: I’ll bring the mimosas. 

Courtney had liked her right away. The way she bustled into the coffee shop that first time, all business, gruff but polite, self-possessed in a way that Courtney found irresistibly sexy. And yet, her intense demeanor was easily thrown off by a kind word or a flirty smile. Courtney had to admit, throwing her off was her favorite part. 

Then last night, she’d seen an even more alluring side to her, how caring and compassionate she was, how she’d listened and made Courtney feel seen for the first time in so long. How, when they kissed at the end of the night, all Courtney wanted was to melt into her arms and never let go. 

She knew it was probably expected for her to play coy, not to basically solicit her for a daytime booty call the day after their first ever real conversation. But walking away had caused her actual physical pain. And Courtney didn’t want to play games. Courtney just wanted Bianca. 

She showed up at 11:30 on the dot, just as Courtney was finishing up her eye makeup, doing her best to improve upon the tear-streaked disaster she’d been the night before—not that that was too hard; she’d arguably set quite a low bar. She buzzed her upstairs, straightening out the pillows on her bed, which doubled as a sofa in the small studio, checking her hair twice more, stomach full of nervous excitement. 

Bianca was slightly out of breath when Courtney threw open the door. 

“Hi!” she exclaimed, her smile growing the second she glimpsed Bianca’s face, the familiar scent of her perfume wafting through the air. 

“Hey…you got a lot of stairs.” Bianca leaned on the door frame, and Courtney nearly melted into a puddle at her feet at the sight. She was wearing the same black leather jacket she’d had on last night, along with knee-high boots and a beige, scoop-necked sweater dress, the clingy knit showing off her curves in a way that Courtney was definitely not prepared for. 

“Sorry,” she said, clearing her throat, trying to hold it together at least until the poor woman caught her breath. “I should have warned you it was a walk-up.” 

“It’s alright. Apparently I really needed the exercise.” 

Courtney giggled, leading her inside, wondering if it would be too forward to push her onto the bed then and there. After all, they’d spend several long, painful months exchanging nothing but small talk, so Courtney figured they had a lot of lost time to make up for. 

“Cute place,” Bianca said. 

“Thanks.” It was a sunny spring day, and she’d opened all the windows, hoping that the breeze would make the tiny space feel less confined. 

Bianca set a bag down on the little table, beside the wine glasses Courtney had put out along with a plate of muffins from the corner bodega—just barely keeping up the illusion that this was about a meal, and not about ripping Bianca’s clothes off with her teeth at the first opportunity. 

“So, um…” 

Courtney settled down onto the bed, gazing up at Bianca with a challenging smirk. Her own outfit was a cropped aqua peasant blouse and a gauzy matching skirt. The whole look was very feminine and delicate, with just the right amount of slutty to give the impression of how she hoped the day would go. “So…” 

Bianca swallowed, slowly removing her jacket and placing it on the chair, her dark eyes traveling up and down Courtney’s bare legs, giving her a rush of confidence. 

“Do you, um…want to…” Bianca swallowed, watching as Courtney leaned back on her elbows, tossing her hair a little. 

She’d been planning to keep up the facade a bit longer, but now that Bianca was actually here, looking like that, she knew it would be impossible. The twisting anticipation in her abdomen was getting unbearable, and her panties were all but soaked through. So Courtney said nothing, merely continued to smile up at her, lashes fluttering, the seconds on her vintage clock ticking by slowly. 

“Fuck…” 

And in an instant, the wait was over. Bianca’s plush mouth was on hers, body pressing her down into the mattress, hands everywhere. In her hair, around her waist, tugging down her shirt to reveal her tits. Courtney relished the taste of her, the way her scent was even more delicious up close. She had an incredible ability to be both gentle and rough at the same time, her kisses soft and biting, her touch teasing and firm, the combination making Courtney’s head spin. 

Courtney’s legs spread as Bianca pushed a thigh between them, pressing it right against her cunt, no doubt feeling how embarrassingly wet she was already though the thin cotton of her panties. Courtney was unable to stop herself from moaning into her mouth, a sound of pure lust that only spurred Bianca on. She kissed down Courtney’s jaw to her neck, sucking a light bruise into her tender skin. 

Courtney’s hands made their way down, reaching under Bianca’s skirt to grasp her perfect ass in both hands, feeling the lacy, fussily-embroidered panties she had on. It seemed highly possible that they’d both had the same exact ideas about this little playdate. 

Bianca continued to kiss down Courtney’s body, making her completely lose track of time and space; one second, a hot mouth was sucking on her nipple, teeth nibbling gently, and the next, Bianca’s tongue had found her clit, swirling it over her in slow circles. 

She had a leg over Bianca’s shoulder, panties dangling from her ankle, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her hands clutched at Bianca’s thick, glossy hair, hips rolling with uncontrolled desperation. Her nipples were wet from Bianca’s mouth, and the gentle breeze caused them to tighten, sparks flying straight to her core. 

Courtney’s hands tightened in her hair, throwing her head back with a full-throated moan. Bianca’s face was buried between her legs, sucking on her clit like she needed it to live, and it was fucking perfect. In no time at all, she was flying high, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, body arching up over and over, toes curled, hands turning to white-knuckled fists in Bianca’s hair. 

When she finally came down, she fell backwards like a ragdoll, the only sound her own gasping breaths and the clock, still ticking. Bianca’s arms were still holding her legs apart, peppering light, gentle kisses up and down her thighs. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, hands still loosely tangled in Bianca’s hair. 

She tilted Bianca’s head up to admire her face, wet and glistening, perfect ruby lipstick now smeared over a smug grin. 

“Was that good?” Bianca asked. 

“You’re incredible,” she said, and Bianca’s grin grew, dimples deep in her cheeks. “And I think I like your lipstick even better now.” She ran a thumb over her bottom lip. 

“Oh yeah? You should see yourself; you look like a centerfold,” Bianca laughed, eyes traveling up her body. 

She wasn’t wrong; Courtney was in quite a state as well: tits spilling out of her top, skirt lifted and legs spread, panties now nowhere to be seen. She supposed it did have the appearance of the cheesiest kind of porn—all that was missing was pigtails and a couple of hay bales. 

“Do you like it?” she asked sweetly, and Bianca nodded, her eyes gleaming. 

“But I’d like it even better like…” she took hold of the zipper on the side of Courtney’s skirt, then yanked down, sliding it off, then moved her top, pulling it off over her head, leaving her fully naked, chest still heaving, nipples stiff and pussy open, wet and throbbing. “Much better.”

Courtney leaned back against the pillows, letting Bianca’s fingers trail over her exposed skin, goosebumps prickling over her arms. Bianca kneeled over her, lowering her head to give her a slow, unhurried kiss, so different from the desperate way they’d started. Courtney felt a rush of butterflies in her abdomen, her pulse speeding up once again. 

“Your turn,” she requested, lifting Bianca’s skirt, and Bianca gave her yet another grin, letting Courtney pull the dress up and over her head. 

Once Courtney saw the matching bra and panties, she had no doubt that this was meant to be a sex date all along. Nobody wore lingerie like that for themselves. Courtney let her eyes wander around Bianca’s sexy curves, taking in every inch of her before flipping her over onto her back. 

She took her sweet time taking off the rest of Bianca’s clothes. The lacy bra first, then her boots. Finally, sliding the panties down her smooth legs and letting them drop to the floor. She straddled her, fingers toying with her nipples until they were as stiff as Courtney’s own and Bianca’s breathy sighs turned to whimpers. 

“Tell me what you like,” Courtney said, and Bianca arched up. 

“This. Fuck, you’re so wet. I’m so-fuck!” 

Courtney rolled her hips, both their pussies getting wetter as she rubbed their clits together, first lightly, teasing, then harder and faster, finally bearing down with all her weight, watching Bianca’s eyes roll back. She leaned onto her forearm to get more leverage, sucking one perfect, stiff nipple into her mouth while her fingers continued to pinch at the other one. 

“C-Courtney…” Bianca moaned, hands clutching her ass, letting out an even deeper moan when Courtney used her teeth to nibble gently. “Oh god.” 

Courtney could feel herself on the verge, her hips stuttering, losing the controlled rhythm—losing any control, really, just chasing friction in whatever way she could. Bianca let out another guttural moan, flipping them both over, grinding against her with a kind of furious desperation, lips parted, brow furrowed. 

Courtney reached up and gripped the back of her head, crashing their lips together. Bianca was panting and whimpering against her mouth, and she fucking loved it. She pulled her even closer by wrapping her thighs around Bianca’s waist and locking her ankles together. It didn’t take long before she was moaning too, her fingers buried in Bianca’s hair, cum dripping down her thighs 

She loved the feel of Biana’s slick, heated skin, how they could both come this hard just by rutting against each other. She loved even more that Bianca’s instinct when finished was to collapse into her arms, face nuzzled into her neck. Courtney smiled, trailing a lazy hand through Bianca’s hair and down her back. 

Bianca shifted slightly, slipping to the side so that she wasn’t directly on top of Courtney anymore, before letting out a deep, contented sigh. Courtney brushed a kiss against her forehead, continued to rub her back while she seemed to drift off. After a gust of wind raised goosebumps on her back, she reached out for her duvet, trying to disturb her as little as possible while covering them both. Her limbs felt heavy, and she wondered if she should rest her eyes, just for a few moments…

She woke up to the feel of Bianca shifting against her again. It was warm and slightly sweaty under the covers, Bianca’s breath tickling her ear, their legs intertwined. It was thrillingly intimate in a way Courtney wasn’t anticipating, making her ache for even more. She nuzzled into Bianca’s hair, fingers trailing along her arm. 

“Mmh…” Bianca let out a noise of sleepy contentment, and Courtney tilted her chin up, waited until her eyes fluttered open slowly before going in for a kiss, a soft brush of lips. 

Or, it was meant to be a brush of her lips, but she found her mouth lingering, kissing her over and over, the plush softness of her lips too perfect to pull away. When she finally paused, it was more to catch her breath than anything else. 

“I’ve had so many fantasies about this,” she murmured. 

“Me too,” Bianca replied, a sleepy smile on her face.  

“Really? Tell me about them,” Courtney said, eyes flashing with excitement. 

“You first.” 

“Okay, um…” Courtney giggled, slightly self-conscious, before revealing the most recurrent fantasy she’d had. “So…I’m in the alley taking the trash out, and you come up behind me. You grab me and spin me around.” Courtney gripped Bianca tighter, demonstrating. “And then shove me against a wall-” 

“This sounds extremely inappropriate,” Bianca cut in. 

“Yeah, exactly. That’s the point,” Courtney giggled. 

“No, but like. Very predatory behavior. I would never-” 

“Okay, okay. Then what if I shove you against the wall?” Courtney suggested cheekily. 

“Mmm…better.” Bianca grinned, dimples deep in her cheeks. 

“Or another one is that I’m leaving work, and you’re there waiting. And you look at me with this-”

“Why am I a stalker in all these scenarios?” Bianca asked, brow furrowed. 

“Well…I don’t know,” Courtney admitted, hiding her face on Bianca’s shoulder. “But fine. Your turn. Tell me one of yours…” 

“Well, I didn’t have like…a whole storyline,” Bianca began, and Courtney laughed. “But I would just think about you a lot…” 

She took Courtney’s face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. 

“The way you’d taste…” She brushed a kiss against Courtney’s lips, soft and tender, making Courtney shiver. “The way you’d touch me, like…”

“Like…?” Courtney looked up at her, asking, “How do you like to be touched, B?” 

“Uhh…” Bianca bit her lip, looking almost bashful. 

“Should I get out the toys?” Courtney asked, voice teasing. 

“No, you could just…” Bianca swallowed, and Courtney slid her hand from Bianca’s waist down to her ass. 

“Yes?” 

“Um…”

Earlier, she’d gone absolutely nuts when Courtney sucked on her nipples, and she figured that was a good place to start, palming her tits in both hands, thumbs teasing at her nipples, which immediately got hard in her hands. 

As her breathing grew heavier, Courtney could feel Bianca’s thighs clamp tighter around her leg, could feel her hips roll forward, just barely, just enough to give her a clue. She wedged her hand between them, working it into the small space between Bianca’s thighs, the back of her fingers brushing over Bianca’s clit. 

The barely perceptible whimper of response was enough to tell her that she was on the right track. She sucked a wet kiss against Bianca’s pulse point, then licked at her mouth, whispering. “Like this?”

“Uh huh,” Bianca sighed, grinding against her hand, movements getting faster as she grew wetter. Courtney began to slide one finger inside her, but withdrew when she felt Bianca gasp, fingers digging into her shoulders. 

“Do you want me to stop-”

“No! Don’t stop!” she replied quickly, with such vehemence that Courtney almost laughed. She pressed another kiss to her mouth, going back in with two fingers, curling them just so. 

A breathy moan fell from Bianca’s lips as she began stroking her from the inside, followed by another, then another. An ache began growing in Courtney’s forearm, but there was no way she was gonna stop now, not when Bianca’s eyes were rolled back, her mouth open, her chest heaving with gasping breaths. 

She sucked on Bianca’s bottom lip, nibbling gently at her, swallowing up her moans as the increased in volume and pitch. She pushed through the now burning pain in her arm, until Bianca cried out one final time, her whole body racked and trembling. 

Bianca collapsed, rolling onto her back, panting. Courtney eased her fingers out as gently as possible, licking them clean as Bianca slowly turned her head, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. 

“Hi,” Courtney said, reaching out to touch her dimples. 

“Hi,” Bianca sighed. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Pleasantly surprised.” 

“Surprised?” Courtney raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, see…usually pretty girls are boring as fuck in bed. ‘Cause they don’t have to try. And you’re fucking beautiful. So I just figured you’d be…”

“I’m beautiful?” Courtney asked, fluttering her lashes coyly. 

“Shut up.” Bianca rolled her eyes, but the grin remained, dimples unmoving. 

“Okay…” Courtney said, rolling over to press a kiss to her mouth. 

“What time is it?” Bianca asked. She stifled a yawn with her hand. 

“Umm…” Courtney picked up her phone from the nightstand to check. “Almost 4.” 

“Oh, wow,” Bianca started to sit up, and a flash of something similar to panic went through Courtney’s body. 

“Do you have to go?” she asked softly, hoping she didn’t sound as clingy as she felt when she added, “Because you can stay as long as you want.” 

“Thanks.” Bianca took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Should we crack open the champagne?” 

“Sure!” 

A few minutes later, they were settling back in bed together, swigging directly from the champagne bottle and eating the sad little bodega muffins Courtney’s put out. Bianca took a long sip and then passed the bottle to Courtney, continuing her story about her boss, gesturing dramatically with half a muffin. 

Courtney gazed up at her with undisguised adoration, finding it hard to believe that they were actually here, together, after so many months of unrelenting longing. 

“And then he had the fucking nerve to-what?” Bianca asked, looking down at her. 

“What?” 

“You’re giving me a look.” she explained. 

“Sorry…” Courtney lowered the bottle, cheeks feeling hot. 

“Don’t be sorry. Actually, it was cute…” Bianca leaned over, capturing her lips in a kiss. “What were you thinking about?” 

“Mmm…” Courtney wrinkled her nose, “Just that I kinda…” 

“Yeah?” Bianca kissed her again. 

“I kinda like you.” 

“Is that so?” Bianca asked, cupping her face with one hand. 

“Mmhmm,” Courtney said, smile growing even more. 

“Well…I kind of like you too,” Bianca told her, the cutest little mischievous sparkle in her eye. “So now that that’s settled…what would you say to a real date? With like…an actual meal?” 

“I’d be open to it,” Courtney said with a casual shrug, then burst out laughing as Bianca tackled her onto her back. She beamed up at her, smile feeling permanent at this point, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky. “Sorry you asked?” 

“Absolutely.” 

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small trivia break; I used to hate AUs, now it's practically all I write

[screampied]

FANTASIZE. — GOJO SATORU. ☆

synopsis: it's the middle of the night and your mascara's streaming down your face. man, breakups are the worst-so what do you do? go to your fwb for "comfort." he gives you comfort, alright. ★

wc: 4.7k+

warnings: fwb trope , pwp, quickie , size kink, dacryphilia, degradation, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding, overstimulation, oral [m], face-fucking, praise kink, dumbification kink, pet names, hair pulling, not yet proofread

an: my first request!! Heavily based off Ariana's "fantasize" bcos that song iz still stuck in my head :/

3:29 A.M

you: wake up. please.

typing . . .

gojo: girl.. it's like three am.

you: you know why i'm texting u this late, satoru.

typing . . .

gojo: oh yeahh, true. well? come over then ;)

seen

you were on gojo's doorstep in nothing but some two year old university hoodie and a simple skirt, despite it being around the middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep, and you needed any sorts of distraction from your previous breakup. mascara raced down both sides of your cheeks, practically sticking to your skin, you were a devastating mess—sniffling, you wipe your eyes once the door creeks open, and there he is.

“i gotta say, babe. your taste in men is pretty shitty,” he scratches his head with a simple shrug. he chuckles, spotting you shoot him a glare from his peripherals as he held his front door open for you to step inside. “…then again, you always come crawling back to me after getting dumped so-”

“i didn’t come here to talk.” you sighed, slipping off your shoes before staring directly up at him.

“oh, i know.” he smiles with reassurance in his voice, almost as if he was mocking you. “this the part where i take my pants off right? baby, even if you’re all heartbroken, you’re still so so predictable..”

“…damn, no f-foreplay?” he nervously smiles, averting his eyes towards you—gojo wore nothing but simple sweats, grey at that, his hair was slightly messy but it made him ten times more attractive. a simple tank top covered his abdomen, and you could just about make out his ripped pecs just poking through the thin cloth piece of fabric.

you didn’t wanna waste any time, he could tell by the way you just easily shoved him with ease, against his own bed. you started to feel yourself throb, just having your fingers tangled against the thin white strings of his sweatpants. “shut up.” you mumbled, starting to pull his pants down.

“ya sure you wanna go down on me, babe? that gag reflex of yours—”

“satoru.” you glared, and he just smiles, so eager to use every second to get under your skin. but god, was he annoying. he knew he was too, the both of you knew it, gojo satoru was just purely infuriating.

sometimes you wonder why you’ve been fucking him on the low. of course not during your relationships, but he was the only person there for you in the aftermath, the only one there to comfort you, so to speak. even if that particular way was to be inside you—alas, if it was anything gojo was good at, it was fucking you. making you forget about your shitty exes. it was just something he knew how to do. he knew how to do it right too. gojo was a perfectionist after all.

“gonna suck me off with cute tears streamin’ down y’er face, yeah?” he praises, bringing a hand towards your hair, giving the crown of your head a light stroke, it’s soothing. though it causes you to let off a soft whine, feeling yourself start to throb just a bit more just from his strong, loud cologne scent that scattered across the entire room. “look at me while you do, then. wanna see that pretty face while it gets ruined.”

“your dirty talk is improving.” you sulked, and it makes gojo the one glaring at you now—it's cute.

gojo doesn't reply.

instead, he wraps a hand slightly around the back of your neck, bringing your face close towards his bright white briefs. rubbing your face against his bulge and he grunts. “shame how you make me hard even with that annoying bratty mouth of yours.”

after that little snarky remark, gojo couldn’t wait anymore. he was getting impatient, and your teasing wasn’t helping. he stares at you, watching you with close intent on the way you pull down his boxers just halfway, leaning in close enough to give his shaft a nice long lick, from his base to his very reddened coloured tip.

“s-shit.” he grunts, and you keep your eyes remained on him the entire time, his grey sweats were just visibly pulled down to his ankles as he sat up near the very edge of his un-made up bed.

gojo lets off a soft sigh, and it's more of a grunt with the way his voice pitches—his legs spread just a bit, a hand rubs against his leg. your tongue softly swipes against the head of his cock and he nibbles on his lip a little to quiet himself.

he gets a bit of shivers, feeling the very tip of your tongue playfully caress the few veins that poked out on his dick. gojo was surprisingly well trimmed, just a few tiny specks of white hair covering near the lower part of his base, but he was heavy and oh was he hefty as well. gojo satoru was the epitome of a 'packer.'

“open that mouth. tired of waitin’,” he grumbles, and he’s growing so frustrated, you can tell from his facial expressions and the way he kept shifting on the cushions. your blink at him, slowly opening your mouth before he intakes a sharp breath. “stick out y’er tongue, babe.”

you do, lolling it out and gojo grunts, wrapping his fingers around his dick before slowly slapping his thickness against your tongue. “think you deserve it?”

a pout makes its way against your lips, you were eager, whines were getting pulled from you at his consistent teasing and him slapping his pretty glossed tip against your tongue. all you could do was nod, you were on your knees while he was sat upright near the very edge of the bed.

“nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue, bringing a hand towards the back of your head to give hair a light pull, moving your head just slightly in a moving rotation. “need 'ta hear you say ya want me, gorgeous.”

what an egotistical jerk.

you wondered why you put up with someone as such as gojo satoru, but then you remembered. he always knew how to fuck good.

“i- i want you, satoru. i want it..” you mewled, the mess between your legs only making you dampen more and more. your thighs squeezed shut against each other as it was hidden beneath your pretty plaid skirt, and once you voice those sweet words. gojo lets off a cheerful yet cocky hum, using a hand to open your mouth just a bit before pushing himself inside.

it’s been a while since you sucked him off, usually it’d be him to eat you out. for hours, not to mention.

“shit,” he curses, feeling you immediately waste no time, wrapping your lips around his cock. your lashes fluttered before glancing up at him. gojo stares right back down at you—his abs flex beneath his shirt and it's sexy, his posture is even attractive. gojo’s slouching a bit with one leg stretched towards his side, it doesn’t take that much long before his eyes start to seductively go back, along with his uneven pink lips opening just a bit to breathe and pant. “missed y’er slutty throat, babe. always know how ‘ta suck it good.”

you wrap a hand swiftly around his base, and your head starts to bobble up and down, he was huge and his girth only doubled that.

your tongue meets against a few of his veins and he grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“must have been hungry, yeah?” he pants, faking a pout on his lips as he pushes you down just a bit further on his length. you nod, using as much of your own spit as you can to make the experience more pleasurable for him—who were you kidding though? you just wanted to forget.

about everything, your heartbreak, the past arguments, literally everything.

“shit, with a face that pretty,” he huffs out, growing more hornier from your tongue sliding and grazing against his tip. “gotta fuck it, babe.”

you start to gag just a bit once gojo tilts his hips forward a bit and he starts to thrust in your mouth. your nails dig into his thighs, wanting for him to continue and he swipes a thumb across your cheek that was full of your ruined mascara from crying many hours ago. “good girl. you should be cryin’ like this, not wastin’ those pretty tears because of some scumbag.”

you whined, reaching down to play with yourself just a bit, still sucking him off and trying your best not to use your teeth. “eyes on me, babe,” he reminds you, tapping the side of your temple and you’re just about weak in the knees.

you started second-guessing yourself, there had to be some reasonable reason why gojo fucked better than any of your exes, boyfriends, anyone.

even if it killed you to say it, you had to admit, he knew just how to please a woman—especially if that woman was you. you knew you had to be careful though, gojo wasn’t the type of guy to settle down in a relationship, he made that known the moment you two started your little 'fling.' if you could even call it that, friends with benefits.

were you starting to … fall for him? damn, that would be bad to say the least. outside the bedroom, gojo would always tease you, he was more so playful and of course, flirty.

“think 'm getting close,” he pants, and his breathing patterns change, and your head just goes up and down—he’s got a good strong grip on some strands of your hair as he watches you with dilated pupils, the way your tongue works around his tips sends him shivers, his leg starts to bounce as he’s chasing his incoming anticipation.

the build up, it makes his mouth go dry that he’s almost speechless, which is so ironic because of how he’s literally always talking your ear off.

“fuck, doing so good f'r me,” he says, and his voice starts to get a bit whiney from how sensitive he’s growing. that feeds your ego just a little, just knowing that you’re making him like this. all just from your tongue, and maybe a little bit of stimulation.

gojo moans, feeling your tongue flick against the frenulum part of his dick and he pauses for a moment, the way his eyes roll back just a bit was so sexy—that was one way to make you throb even more, and it certainly did.

your tongue runs up and up, almost as if it was a race and he’s so close to loosing focus. he’s not thrusting his hips into your mouth anymore, instead he plops flat on his back against the bed. you giggle, standing up while your mouth was still attached to his soon-to-be flaccid dick.

“c-cumming,” he grunts, watching your own drool pour down your chin. you were so messy, you couldn’t help it. it was one of the many things gojo loved about you, actually. once he came, he shakes a bit. shuddering, and letting off a cute moan, he catches his breath as you look at him with half-open eyes. “swallow ‘n show me, baby.”

within seconds later, you swallow his load and it tastes sweet, yet bitter. your eyes squeezed shut for a moment before you stuck your tongue out again, and he brushes a thumb against your chin to remove your spit.

“cock hungry whore,” he whines, still catching his breath before leaning down towards you only to squeeze your cheeks together. “now gimme a kiss.”

you whined, sitting up to kiss gojo and he wraps a hand around your waist, tasting himself on your lips, his tongue drags against yours and you whimper before making your way onto his lap. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, sliding a hand up and down your waist slowly to make you moan even more for him.

after a few moments, gojo pulls away to breathe until both hands of his attach to your waist. his gaze was just enticing, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“barely touched ya and you're nothin' but a sticky mess,” he grunts, and gojo snickers once he feels you start to grind and grind your hips against him sensually, you’re so needy and desperate for more of his touch. “walkin’ around with no panties, don’t tell me you’re just a dumb slut who just wants a crumb of dick.”

“satoru—please.” you begged, aching and itching for him to be inside already. he trails his lengthy fingers against your ass, no panties behind displayed and all you had covering you, just barely, was a plaid skirt. he grins, giving your ass a two-second squeeze before spanking it to hear you whine out. “fuck me satoru.”

“fine.” he says, stroking your chin to reach down between your legs. you moan and that single motion makes your back arch whilst your hands were thrown over his shoulders. “go slow baby, don’t want you to hurt y’erself.”

“shut t-the fuck up.” you whined, barely able to keep up your facade. gojo’s dick hovered against your achy folds. just a few inches and he’d be inside, just imagining him fucking you ruthlessly made your mouth start to water, you were hungry for it.

'desperate' was the perfect word to describe you.

“how ‘bout ya make me, hmm.” he teases, and he was so cheeky. you hated it, but then again, the way he fucks you always made up for it.

no reply.

instead of using words, you decided to let your pussy do the talking. aligning yourself against him, gojo sits upright with such a cocky grin. “go slow, babe. wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself. been a while since i've—shit…” he pauses before nervously smiling. “…been inside this tight pussy.”

it was warm, you chewed on your bottom lip as you sank down on him, immediately leaning into him to give him… a hug?

gojo was just as surprised as you, it seemed you were acting a bit different. of course you’d be, you’d just gotten out a relationship. so you’d tend to be a bit more clingy than usual. not that he ever minded, he preferred you like this, so cute and sentimental, all in your feelings. but despite that, it was just sex and nothing more.

or was it?

“fuck,” you moaned, practically straddling him now. gojo’s hair is messy, it’s all in his face, white stands splattered all across his forehead to where it was just effortlessly attractive. he didn’t even have to do much to make you pulse between your legs. “quit looking at me.”

“but you’re so pretty when you try to take control,” he shrugs, flashing a cheesy grin and you’re just embarrassed. he was certainly enjoying this, getting underneath your skin. and you let him.

every.

single.

time.

your lips tremor as you whimper, he’s nearly all the way inside and he stretched out your cunt, you’re dizzy out of nowhere and your eyes get a bit droopy—but fuck, gojo’s amused, using one hand to rub down your back as you start to rock your hips against him, biting down hard on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock mashed and kisses against your sensitive areas.

“uh oh,” he huffs out in a short mini pant, swiping a tongue against his lips before grunting. you were sopping wet, he spanks your ass to quicken your pace and you moaned. “this what you call ridin' someone? thought i taught ya better than that, babe,” and then he sniggers at seeing your face drop once he holds your hips firmly still and in place. “if you can’t do it right, maybe we should just end this thing-”

“n-no, okay okay okay,” you stuttered, so desperate for him to fuck you, but you had to fuck him first. gojo hums to himself, and you start to ride him. a tiny mewl exits past your lips once you move against him before you’re bouncing on his lap. your head’s spinning, mind s racing miles a minute and it’s just euphoric.

gojo’s got such the cockiest grin on his lips as you maneuver yourself against him, chewing on your lip every few seconds to suppress your sweet sounds, he eyes you up and down before his voice gets a bit rapsy, turning you on ultimately.

“speed it up, baby,” he grunts, spanking your ass once more and you whimper from feeling his touch press against your skin. “touch yourself while you ride me. give me a little show. show me what i’ve been missin' since you’ve been away from me for so long.”

“o-okay.” you breathed, bringing a shaky hand towards your body, panting as you rode him. his dick reached deep—damn. his girth, it was just appetizing, you needed gojo satoru carnally, more than anything.

you and him both knew that.

gojo smiles, watching you start to fondle with your perky nipples that visibly poked beneath your tank top, rocking your hips against him back and forth to where a low grunt leaves from his mouth every few seconds.

it was strenuous on how repetitive your movements were against him. who were you kidding though, you missed this. you missed him. perhaps though, in reality you just missed his dick.

yeah…. it was probably that.

“touch yourself as in..play with your pussy, dummy.” he teases, watching you whimper once he spanks you again, you’re feeling yourself become close each time he reaches deeper.

now your mouth starts to become dry, your head’s still spinning and you’re just about at a loss of words.

“…g-gonna cum soon, 'toru,” you alerted him, slithering your fingers down towards your throbbing clit. the stimulation made your eyes nearly close shut as his thick length drags across your cunt so righteously thorough, making sure to not miss a spot to reach you deep where you can feel his pure existence.

“aw,” he hums, gripping your hips to make you bounce harder on him. you whimper from gojo taking such initiative, holding onto him as he’s drilling himself into you basically since your legs were starting to become numb, you could barely ride him but you continued to bounce against him again and again, leaning into his neck to softly nibble and suck against his skin. “mhm. i missed you too.”

you could hear such arrogance drip from his voice, causing you to become more wet for him in the process. again, a perfect word to describe the entire situation would be:

embarrassing.

before long, you came and that was one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a long time. no matter how much you denied it, no one could you please you, fuck you, hell—pleasure you as much and good as gojo did. you throbbed immensely with your legs joining from how it was just shaking and shivering, your body practically going limp.

this brings such a smile to gojo’s face, still shamefully playing with yourself.

a hand dug deep between your pried open legs, your chest heaves as you stare at gojo and he pecks a kiss on your lips, muttering something along the lines of, “my good fuckin’ sloppy girl.”

but once he had you on your back, it was an entirely different story. gojo had completely dominance and control now—vigorous mean smacks and hits against your pussy, making sure to grow quiet purposely to hear how sinful your cunt was to him.

to say the least, he was addicted. your pussy was too good for him to not constantly fuck you.

gojo wasn’t too interested in relationships, but who was he to turn down a good fuck?

exactly.

you had so many orgasms pulled out of you, you practically lost count.

you were currently now just laid flat on your back, just about being folded. your pussy sang constant harmonies by how many times gojo made it squelch and cry out for him, for some reason he always loved putting you in mating press. partially because of the eye contact.

but also, he just loves to gently press against your tummy while staring deep into your eyes, speaking to you in such a phony-mocking tone, asking you if you feel him.

it’s a rhetorical question, you weren’t supposed to answer it because of course you feel gojo. his dick was pummeling in and out of your sweet cunt to where your vision started to turn a bit hazy. this position gave him an excuse to fuck you deeper, striking his hips against you repeatedly with your cute legs just sticking up in the air. perfectly hanging over his shoulders.

“you’re such a slutty girl, babe. always lettin' me break this pussy,” he pants, his voice turns more raspy to match his ruthless thrusts and you whimper, dragging your nails against his thick calves. his balls thwacked and thwacked against you, you felt so warm and you’re just a noisy mess.

you don't even realize you’re drooling while maintaining initiate eye contact with gojo. “..cute,” he raises his brows, bringing a thumb up to your lips to wipe it. “only i can make ya drool for cock, hm?”

you eagerly nodded, tears poking in your eyes. the dried up mascara sticking to your lashes still remained. “y-yes, satoru please. ‘s really good. want more.”

“course ya do,” he cursed, deepening his hits against you and you feel him reach more once he dips and pivots his hips. you moan, your mouth opening—a dramatic gasp type moan leaves your lips and he leans in to kiss you. you’re taken by surprise, but you sink into his warm embrace, running your needy tongue against his while he’s still occupying his cock between your tight stingy walls that was never gonna let him go.

the kiss was one word, sloppy.

partially because of you. you couldn’t think straight while you were getting mercilessly pounded in his bed. gojo tasted sweet, minty and a bit honeyed flavored, his tongue softly clashed against yours and you feel his lips form into a smile once he playfully sucks on your tongue.

his breathing along with yours was warm, it was really intimate, for a second you forgot about your depressing heartbreak—and it was all because of what’s between gojo’s legs, who knew.

butterflies started to form in your stomach, and it made you cringe, you really hoped you weren’t falling for him but he made it so hard. gojo’s been fucking you for hours and hours non-stop, his name approximately lived inside your head rent-free.

it’s all you were ever moaning out anyway, or just blabbering how you were about to cum again and again and again, he’s got you in a chokehold.

“f-fuck,” he groans, feeling himself swell. reaching his very peak. he felt a sensation brew up in his thighs as he continued to drill himself into your tight pussy that kept hugging onto him tightly. he loved how clingy you were. and you couldn’t exactly help it too, it was as if your body had a mind of it’s own. gojo’s strokes were so delicious, your eyes slowly roll back now just like his were, piercing the edges of your nails into his skin as you’re being fucked limp quite again. “gonna make me dump another load, babe. overflow your sloppy heartbroken pussy with s’much of me.”

his voice was a bit shaky now, it was honestly cute. droplets of sweat beads raced down gojo’s forehead as he’s panting, his breathing patterns were staggeringly fast-paced and rapid as he stares at you and—oh shit, he’s feral. you could see from how his pretty cerulean eyes never leave yours. it’s as if his pupils dilate just slightly each moment he gets more close.

he’s hungry, gojo licks his lips at just envisioning himself pumping you fell again, watching his own sticky cum pour out of your hole just to plug it back in again.

“fill me p-please, 'toru.” you begged, and his body weight was crushing you, not literally, but he was pressed against you—you were for sure limp now, your arms were just sprawled against your sides as your head just bounces back against the cushioned mattress within each deep thrust he presents to you. “stuff me full, satoru. breed m-me.”

“would be kinda funny if i made you a mama,” he whispers, his tone was playfully yet sweet, he was purely mocking you though. he’s maintaining deep eye contact as his thrusts transmits you to such a high, you whimper for him to continue because you were coming close too. “make this perfect tummy all swollen and r-round,” he sighs, rotating his hips against you—it was sloppy, an entire mess. some of his cum from him recently spilling into you dripped down your thighs and you moaned from how messy it was. “bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“m-maybe.” you muttered out, clinging onto his wrist and he chuckles.

“maybe?” he repeats after you, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth—gojo’s buried entirely balls deep and you’re just panting and panting, both chasing your incoming releases.

you shiver a bit, feeling him rub a hand across your tummy, mimicking his previous action of pressing down on it. “tsk, poor dumb baby. can’t even think straight. bet all you’re thinkin’ about ‘s getting filled, huh?”

you sniffled, throwing your arms around gojo and he chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck only to sink his teeth against your collarbone lightly to hear you moan.

“s’ okay, babe. cum with me,” he says in a hushed tone, his voice was so deep and seductive, just hearing gojo’s voice against your ear was just enough to make you soaked already, as pathetic as it was. “be my messy girl, don’t be shy. love when you slut yourself out for me, it’s cute.”

“s-satoru,” you squeaked, your nails were piercing into his soft skin as your right thigh started to bounce against him as you chased your incoming high. “fuck, ‘s deep, satoru. fill me please.”

gojo kisses the top of your forehead as his hips strike and rummage inside your walls, you clamp down on his so good he grunts, it’s so raspy and pitched it makes you throb. “shit, better not waste it then. come on baby, relax,” and he’s talking you through your orgasm—acknowledging your changing breathing patterns that he knew whenever you were close, he brings a thumb towards your cheek to stroke your chin before smiling. “give it to me.”

you whimpered once another orgasm got stolen from you, you’re just being pounded into the mattress with random blabbering leaving your lips, you’re so dumb, so cockdrunk, again it’s really pathetic.

gojo groans, feeling you tighten against him before it’s his turn. his hips slow but still maneuver and pivot against you, and once he came, it was a thick load, he’s the one about to drool now. he averts his eyes towards your pussy, watching his own cum spill out of you, it’s hypnotizing to him. gojo runs a thumb against your slit and you whimper once he pauses his thrusts but slowly pulls out. a pop sound was created and you whined, wanting him to keep stuffing you full.

you craved it.

gojo leans in, kissing you for a final time and it wasn’t as sloppy like last time—more passionate and sincere, which scared you a little. you hoped you weren’t catching feelings. gojo probably hoped you were though.

“satoru.” you panted, once he pulled away. “i-i think i love you.”

he’s panting and catching his breath as well as you, he sits up with his toned biceps pressed against the sides of you before speaking in a low alluring voice. “babe?”

“babe?”

you blinked twice, and realized you were being shook lightly by the shoulders. the realization hit you like a truck once you realized geto was calling your name—he had a worried, almost pale expression on his face once he sees you come back to reality.

“suguru..?” you mumbled, in the same exact bed and still feeling dizzy from your many orgasms that got pulled from you the entire night.

“did you.. just call me, satoru?”

oh.

maybe you were just fantasizing the entire thing.

[gurorori]

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